Cheshire’s purrs were echoing through the wasteland that was once a thriving place. These short signs of happiness found their way that almost gave life back to this place. He could see the happy smiles on the residents, as they lived their lives. He somehow felt comforted by this stranger, but he could not explain what it was. The hand running through his fur felt as if it was giving him a new hope on life. How long has it been since the last time someone petted him? He could barely remember, as it felt like it has been an eternity since anyone lived here. The only one he truly remembers is the one he loves. That beautiful smile as she would read a book out loud to him. Oh, how his heart ached every time he remembered. “I can’t leave this place.” As he said those words he jumped down into the grass and started digging out the piece of cloth that was buried before his new acquaintance.
He dragged the discovery out and brought it into the house that was in front of them. Nero got up to follow him towards whatever destination he was aiming for, but wondered why his friend had gone so silent all of a sudden. All that rage from before seemed to have vanished so fast. It made him worry how much more he is bottling up. In front of him was an old door that he was just waiting to finally serve its purpose again. Chesh made his way around through a hole in the wall, but the traveller knew that he would get stuck trying to climb through it. After a few rough pushes against the door it finally would open, but to his dismay it loosened up and both fell to the floor. “Would you mind not destroying this place any more than it already is?!”
Nero just laughingly got up and nodded before he continued his pursuit. From the outside this house looked quite small, but the interior was surprisingly large. “These walls tell stories. A while back this was the resting place of this village’s founder. His family would be those that everyone who lived here looked up to. He was also the man gave me my name.” It always surprises the traveller how talkative the cat is, especially if you think about how those he knew spend most of their time sleeping the day away. “I owe him my life and I wished to pay it back to him. So I made it my duty to protect this place that he build with his own hands to ensure that it would one day thrive with life.” After entering a room he dropped the piece of cloth on the bed, where he started pushing his claws into the dusty room. “I kept my promise, I became a “guardian” for this place, as I began resting at the entrance of this small place. The old man gave me the name Cheshire from his favorite book, which he would always read to me at night.”
He made himself comfortable on the bed and Nero pulled up a chair so that he would not have to stand the entirety of this story. The atmosphere around them seems to haunt the room, which was filled with beautifully drawn pictures. Many of them portraying flowers and life in its fullest form, some even showing a lazy cat sitting at his entrance. “He had a beautiful daughter, he named her Alice naturally given his affinity for an old tale. She grew up loving paintings and reading. Every day she would come up to me to show what she had drawn or read a new story to me.” His eyes moved towards the small window that was in this room. “Sometimes I would drop in at night to hear a story, as I would stare out this window. It would still let me protect this place even in my old age.”
It took some time for Nero to realize, but there was a picture next to the bed. On it one could clearly see a young woman with beautiful blonde locks next to a man, who must’ve been her father. How old is this cat truly? Looking at him now he does not show much age, but if he was here at the founding of this village and given how run down it is now. He must have lived a very long life. He already accepted that Cheshire was by far no simple cat, he is holding a conversation with him for one, but even some things make him ponder. What a strange existence he must have had. Did his love keep him alive?
“I wanted to protect her with all my might.” He tried, but did he fail? “Once she became a beautiful woman, every time I saw her I wanted to just be there for her. I was just an old cat, but I was a fool to dream of being human myself. Maybe my current form was a curse and I could be with her. I was just an old fool who did not know any better.” For a brief second you could see that rage return with tears running down his cheeks. He was holding it back, but small darkness still kept escaping. Nero wanted to calm him down, but he knew that at this moment, he was telling everything to a stranger and tried desperately to keep himself calm, but even a mysterious being like himself cannot keep tears down for too long. “The fact that this is deserted is my fault. I have failed this place once al for my selfish desires. Would you hear me out some more?”